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Cormation is in Luisian

March 15, 2013 Viktor Shenderovich

At the entrance to the French quarter of the New Orleans, a bus charter, full of freshly-fled tourists, suddenly got up as if dug in the middle of the street. I got up and stands.

I am sitting behind, and I can’t see anything except that the cars are in front of us too. And there is no traffic light on these streets, it should be noted in nature.

We stand and stand. What's happened?

By the fifth minute, irritation begins to go nostrils. I suppose, I think, the authorities granted some, so they blocked the street. Wow, bastards.

We stand.

No, well, they didn’t agree! I came here to rest - or where? What kind of business? Soon the sun will sit down, but I have not seen a mississippi, I didn’t eat Shimpa! And I have everything about everything day with a tail! It is not good to infringe on the rights of tourists, I will complain to your Louisian kurultai!

A minute at the eighth, brutal, I understand that you need to write to Washington. I'll specially learn English and write! Let them put things in order in Louisiana! Well this is not at any gate! How many people can you keep?

Then some preoccupied person in a strange uniform runs along the column of cars, waves his hands, shows his fingers forward, spreads his hands. Like, nothing can be done, tolerate. In no way, I think, Obama rushed with his Michelle to prove with the people, so they put the whole city with cancer, the American Americans are damned!

Here the motorcade finally touches, and in a minute we crawl past the source of our disaster: something like an elementary school, from which, in the same green uniform, small creolas diverge, about six to seven years old. This is for the sake of these and overlapped the movement. So that they are a goose, in somewhat poorly organized portions, crossed the street ...

There is no Putin on them.

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